swarm
as if God hated people
crossing a line
trying to walk on water
and in His almighty strop
sent a sign to David
the world could end
with this swarm
descending
a plague of locusts
starts with one
following another
just to eat
First published on the Stare’s Nest
Reblogged this on smithsurf and commented:
Poem number 6: the Writers for Calais Refugees blog.
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